I am the same as you


Yesterday; it was peaceful, refreshing, and I loved it. I loved everything about the weather. It was perfect, sunny and breezy.

The only thing that wanted to make me rush home was the stares from others who don’t know me. I guess it is a common thing to do; but I don’t like being stared at. I was a gal, riding a scooter, toting a camera around my neck, who looked like I didn’t belong on a scooter.

I work hard to stand. I work hard to not fall. I don’t want the stares really. It makes me want to stop my scooter and explain my story; but it really isn’t my job to do this to those I don’t know their names.

I don’t know if others do this and maybe it is because my brother was mentally challenged; but when I see someone with special needs, and I have the opportunity, I go to them and say hello. I am usually welcomed with a big smile.

While on my journey last evening, a friend of mine saw me and made her presence known to me. You see, the sun was directly in my eyes, so I was blind sighted.

She was in the company of a special needs gentleman. At first glance, I would not have guessed he was special needs. The three of us chatted and exchanged hugs. It was a nice few moments.

No one stared at him like they do me. He was walking and talking and enjoying himself. I was riding and talking and enjoying myself.

I guess the point of my story is; we all have needs. Some of our needs are visible, some are not. We all have love to give and we all want to feel loved. We all want to be accepted.

Try not to stare too long at those who look different than you. We all have our story.
Written by my feelings,
Terry Shepherd

P.S. Photos will come soon from my latest adventure.

 

 

 

 

 

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